Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 485 Inviting the Great Man to His Death!
Sun Qian stood on the newly built earthen platform, looking at the dark mass of people below, his goatee trembling with excitement.

In just seven days, more than five thousand refugees had come to seek refuge, and even bandits from the nearby mountains brought their families to beg for porridge.

Bo Cai's three hundred brothers were even more devoted to their cause, and at this moment they were carrying newly forged iron spears to maintain order.

"Immortal Master, please look!" Sun Qian pointed to the serpentine procession in the distance, "Seven more groups of refugees have come to join us today. At this rate, the number will surely exceed ten thousand by the end of the month!"

Fang Yu squatted beside the newly built iron smelting furnace, lightning flashing in his palm.

In front of him was a small mountain of ironware: rusty hoes, chipped kitchen knives, and even iron chains that had been rummaged through Zhao De's warehouse.

Upon hearing Sun Qian's report, he replied without looking up, "With more people, there will be more gossip. Have Bo Cai keep a close eye on things."

"Rest assured, Immortal Master!" Bo Cai strode over, a newly forged flame spear tucked at his waist. The spear was entirely crimson, with sparks occasionally flying from its tip. It was reforged for him by Fang Yu using the Thunder Fruit.

“I’ve placed my brothers in the porridge team, who dares to cause trouble?” He clenched his fist, and three-foot flames shot out from between his fingers, “They’ll just roast the meat!”

Fang Yu suddenly stood up, lightning condensing into a dazzling incandescent ball at his fingertips: "Get out of the way!" Before he finished speaking, the lightning ball slammed into the pile of ironware, instantly melting thousands of pounds of scrap iron into molten red iron, etching hissing grooves into the ground.

The refugees were so frightened that they knelt down in a row, but then they saw Fang Yu press down with his hands, and the molten iron actually wriggled and rose into the air like a living thing!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, gradually stretching into a circular outline with a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

"Is this...making a pot?" Sun Qian's eyes widened.

The molten iron suspended in mid-air was beginning to take the shape of a pot, with a bottom half a foot thick and an edge as thin as a cicada's wing.

Bo Cai suddenly knelt on one knee: "Immortal Master, are you perhaps going to cook for ten thousand people? I've heard there's a divine artifact called the 'Thousand-Person Cauldron'." Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yu clasped his hands together, and the giant iron cauldron crashed to the ground, sending dust flying within a radius of ten feet!
"What 'thousand-person cauldron'?" Fang Yu wiped his sweat and sneered, "This is just a frying pan!"

The old scholar from the private school suddenly rushed to the pot, trembling as he pulled out a worn-out pen and wrote on his clothes: "In the fourth month of the Jiazi year, on the Renchen day, the immortal master performed a ritual, and a divine pot was cast by lightning."

"Stop with the nonsense, hurry up and test the pot!" He turned his palm up, and a torrent of white porridge gushed out, instantly filling the huge pot halfway.

Bo Cai understood, and thrust the flamethrower into the bottom of the pot, instantly engulfing the entire bottom of the pot in flames!

Seeing that the pot was usable, it wasn't long before several strongmen carried it to the refugees kneeling outside, begging for white porridge.

Fang Yu looked around and saw more than 5,000 emaciated refugees looking up at him, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and hope.

"Everyone!" Fang Yu's voice echoed throughout the surrounding area, "Behold!"

He suddenly opened his arms wide, palms facing upwards.

In an instant, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning bolts rolled within the clouds.

The refugees cried out in terror, some even kneeling on the ground with their foreheads pressed against the soil.

"Watch closely!" Fang Yu shouted, clasping his hands together and pointing to the desolate mountains outside the city.

"boom--!"

A lightning bolt ten feet in diameter descended from the sky, its blinding white light causing everyone to be temporarily blinded.

The earth trembled violently, and the shockwave whipped up a fierce wind!
When his vision returned, the distant barren mountains had disappeared, replaced by a charred, massive crater hundreds of feet in diameter, with churning lava and billowing heat at the bottom.

"This strike," Fang Yu's voice boomed like thunder, "is striking down the very foundation of that incompetent emperor's empire!"

The refugees were stunned, so much so that they forgot to breathe.

They had never seen such a miracle.

No, this is no longer a miracle, but divine wrath!
Fang Yu slowly ascended into the air atop the thunderous cauldron, his body crackling with blue-purple lightning. He looked down at the ant-like crowd, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:
"The Azure Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will come to the world!"

"I, Fang Yu, today—" He slashed down with his right hand, and another bolt of lightning struck outside the city, turning a grove of trees to ashes, "I beseech you, great man, to die!"

silence.

The deathly silence lasted for three breaths.

then
"A divine intervention!" A gaunt old man suddenly burst into tears, his forehead pounding against the muddy ground with loud thuds. "I've lived for sixty years, and finally, a true god has descended to earth!"

"The heavens are dead! The yellow heavens shall rise!" Aunt Zhang, with her dark face, waved her broken bowl and shouted hoarsely, tears glistening in her eyes.

The shouts, like sparks falling into a haystack, instantly ignited everyone's emotions. More than five thousand refugees knelt down in unison, the sound of their foreheads striking the ground like war drums.

Many of them were already skin and bones from hunger, but their eyes burned with a fanatical flame.

"Please, Grandpa Fairy, take me in!"

"This humble servant is willing to follow the immortal master, even through fire and water!"

"Kill that damned emperor!"

The shouts rose and fell, gradually coalescing into a torrent.

These refugees, driven to near madness by hunger, found hope for survival.

No, it's not just about surviving, it's about the hope of turning the tables and becoming the masters of our own destiny!

Fang Yu observed all of this with a cold eye. He knew that for these refugees, who became emperor was not important at all; they only cared about who could feed them.

The Han Dynasty's four hundred years of rule? In the eyes of these starving people, a bowl of hot porridge is more tangible.

"Get up, all of you!" Fang Yu commanded, his voice carrying an unyielding force. "From this day forward, you are no longer refugees at the mercy of others!"

With a wave of his right hand, the white porridge in the pot boiled and bubbled, filling the air with its aroma.

"You've eaten your fill, pick up your weapons!" Fang Yu's voice was as powerful as a war drum. "Follow me and fight your way out!"

Bo Cai was the first to respond. He raised his flame spear, and flames burst forth from the tip of the spear: "I swear to follow the Immortal Master to the death!"

Three hundred bandits shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Sun Qian stood to the side, his goatee trembling with excitement!

The refugees went crazy, rushing to the giant pot and filling it with anything they could find to hold the porridge.

Some people couldn't wait for the container and directly scooped up the scalding hot rice porridge with their hands and stuffed it into their mouths!
Sweet!

Fang Yu floated in mid-air, watching this crazy scene, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that from this moment on, the wheels of history had turned.

Zhang Jiao? Dong Zhuo? Cao Cao? Liu Bei? Sun Quan?

In this chaotic world of mythical Three Kingdoms, Fang Yu will become the biggest variable!

"Report——!"

A sentry stumbled up, his face filled with terror. "Dust billows from the west! At least ten thousand men are heading this way! The leader... the leader can fly!"

Fang Yu's eyes flashed with lightning: "Perfect timing!"

He turned to face the well-fed refugees, his voice booming like thunder:
"Gentlemen! The army is approaching!"

The crowd fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on him.

"Do you want to continue being helpless refugees, at the mercy of others?" Fang Yu slowly raised his right hand, lightning gathering in his palm. "Or will you follow me and fight your way out, establishing our own paradise on earth?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" More than five thousand people shouted in unison, the sound so loud that crows on the treetops in the distance were startled and flew away.

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly pointed his right hand to the sky: "Then today, let the world see!"

"Who am I, Fang Yu, the Immortal of Congee!"

"Give me the order!"

"Open the city gate!"

"I want."

"The porridge will drown the seven armies!"

(End of this chapter)